The forest of Flemwood was quiet for the time being, except for the birds chittering about in the trees above.
The trees however were very beautiful, neatly carved symbols suggested Flemworth was not too far away, and the light shone through the leaves making fine and delicate lines of brightness reveal themselves to the ground.
Mushrooms, plants, bushes and tiny little springs of water were everywhere around them.
In the distance were jumping reindeers, cheerfully enjoying their day.
However, as the group managed to stumble upon a lovely bear cub and the cub's mother walking in the forest, an arrow hit the mother, and then another and then another.
The mother fell to her death immidietly, and the bear cub ran off, motherless, an orphan.
The mother's soft, brown fur was tainted with sticky blood and soon the grass was painted as well.
"Get her ready for transport!"
Cried out a man as he walked up to the mother.
Two other men, dressed in seemingly leather and scruffy clothes walked up to the mother and began tying her to a wooden cart that two horses carried.
The three men were human, accompanied by a dwarf who was currently tied to the cart in rope. Blood ran from the dwarf's face and he looked weak and whimpering.
"Step to it! Before the elves get here!"
The same man cried, and the other two hurried up with tying the bear down.
